#tetrophilia

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

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He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[frankiethedarkangel]

You recently moved into a home that is notorious for being haunted.

Being the skeptic you are, you took the chance with it. You could handle a few bumps in the night, maybe even at the worst, a little poltergeist activity.

After spending the day unpacking you decided to explore the attic. There were a few boxes that needed to go into storage for the holidays. Grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight, you head to the hallway to pull down the ladder to the attic.

It was as you expected. A dusty and over heated space at the top of the house. As soon as you turn your flashlight on you feel as if someone poked your side.

Your flashlight relieved a something in the back of the attic covered by a white, dusty, cobweb ridden sheet. So typical. Making your way to see what it is, you feel like someone’s touching you again.

This time it’s bolder than feel as if there was someone poking your side. Something touched your ass. Trying to ignore it, but definitely feeling weirded out, you make a logical explanation for it. Just a muscle spasm you told yourself.

That was until you actually reached the cloth covered objects. Pulling the sheet off, you see there’s a painting of a man. Must be one of the previous owners.

Before you could even move something pushed you against the wall hard. Letting out a scream you try to fight off whoever it was. But there was nobody there.

Feeling something touch you again. Almost as if someone is running their fingers up your legs. You decide to call out.

“Who’s there?”

As expected nobody answers, but it takes you by the hips and pushes you against the wall again. By now you’ve pieced together it’s the ghost you heard about. Well, the poltergeist.

“It’s you isn’t it?”

Looking at the painting as you ask. Almost as if it’s giving you an answer, your pants are pulled off and you feel a finger rubbing your wetting slit.

Rubbing circles on your clit with what feels like it’s thub. Slowly pushing a finger into your pussy. It feels so wrong, but it feels so good.

After the mystery of a person fingers you, you feel a while body pin you to the wall. Holding your hips tight. Slowly what feels like a hard dick is pushing into your now soaked pussy. Using you make itself reach an orgasm.

You feel the ghost cock twitch inside you. As if it was a warning, it cums inside of you. It pulls out and just, disappears. Getting yourself dressed you feel the ghost’s cum leaking out of you.

“It’s green? Green goo?”

Monster Masterlist

[dark-moonlust]

Your weretiger mate chases you through the jungle. It leads to the steamiest sex you’ve ever had.

The chase was on. Your weretiger was eager to fuck you and that fact alone sent dark, pleasurable shivers down your spine.

“Not much longer, mate,” you heard his growing voice cutting through the night.

You kept pumping your legs but your heart pounded in your chest like a drum.

“You can’t outrun me. I’ll catch you and once I do…”

And he did catch you.

Body shaking, he claimed you. Thoroughly. You felt waves of bliss crashing over you while he kept fucking you, his slams becoming more urgent, more demanding, until with a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his barb swelling and stretching you. He knotted you and spurted thick streams of cum and you came again, whining and shoving at him fruitlessly.

[2-dsimp]

Do you think you could expand on that yandere therapist x bimbo darling scenario? Or just anything with bimbo darling? 👉👈

18+ MDNI Bimbo reader!

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Synopsis: Featuring your therapist giving you a different type of treatment.

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Interpersonal therapy: This therapy helps people you identify lose yourself and improve relationships focus only on him.

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“Repeat after me dove, Dr. Wesly makes me happy, Dr. Wesly is all I need to be happy, Dr. Wesly is my happiness.”

The Insectoid man cooed his butterfly wings fluttering spreading specs of his pheromones into the air. Polluting his office with his intoxicating allure that had your pupils dilated wide to the point no white could be seen in your eyes.

His slender digits wound themselves around your neck like a necklace. His attenaes feeling up your facial features to get a good picture of your expression while he had you situated on his lap. Back flushed against his lab coated chest as he habitually used his second pair of arms to move your hips up and down upon his slimy length.

“Dr. Wesly m-makes me happy…”

You’d slur with a messy expression on your face. You couldn’t figure out what you were doing. But you couldn’t find yourself to care when he was making you feel so happy. The wet slapping noises, the smell of his sex pheromones in the air, and his enchanting voice clouded your senses.

“Dr. Wesly is all I need to be happy—ahn! Dr. W-Wesly is my happiness.”

You no longer listened to that annoying voice in the back of your head telling you to wake up. All you could focus on was the ridges on your Therapist’s cock that was scrapping your inner depths. With every sloppy upwards thrust into your sloppy snatch.

“Such a good babydoll for me, head all empty save for me. Just how it should always be~”

He’d trill into your ears before wrapping you up tightly within his four arms. Hunching over your shoulders as he let out a series of chittering clicks. Before abruptly slamming your ass down making sure he sunk his appendage home inside your pussy. Making you milk out all the happiness he’s got to give you from his balls.

[improper-use-of-germx]

What if the monster under your bed just wanted to hang out with you? They twist and bend their body until they can hide themselves away, waiting patiently, unseen while you go about your normal life.

They like to listen to you. The music you play, the creak of the floorboards beneath each step, the almost indiscernible sound of you typing on a little screen. They especially liked listening to you as you lay in your bed above them, so close they felt every breath you took as if it were their own.

But their favorite part of the routine was after your breathing slowed, when the night was at its darkest and they could finally uncurl from their hiding place and stand to their full height. Well, almost. Your ceiling was a little too low and they had to stoop their head a bit, but they didn't mind bowing to you, sprawled out in your nest of blankets and pillows and other soft things. Their precious human friend, what wouldn't they do for you?

Sometimes they are content to just watch. When they think you seem tired today, and can't bear to possibly ever disrupt your few hours of rest, they stand over your sleeping form and stare until morning light forces them away again. They keep track of your heart rate, the way your eyes move under their lids while you dream, how often you toss and turn.

When they feel themselves get overwhelmed looking at you, they allow themself a little more. Sometimes they sit on the edge of your bed, letting their full weight dip the mattress towards them. They feel the heat from your body seep into the sheets and travel slowly to them, like water through a paper towel. Maybe one day they'll get closer, try to feel you non-vicariously. But for now, they're so happy just to be this close. They don't want to lose you yet.

[redvexillum]

[0mystic]

Some Bull Hybrid Nsfw thoughts

Bull Hybrid who needs to eat you out once a day.

Bull hybrid who shockingly has a scent kink and liked pulling you to the side during work just to breathe in your natural scent.

Bull Hybrid who doesn’t get why you need to go to the city to see friends he’s right here what more could you need

Bull Hybrid who only lets you go after dumping a fresh load into you. “Gotta let them know who you belong to”

Bull Hybrid who get turned on watching you work who knew you could carry so much.

Bull Hybrid who likes giving you just a tad too much to carry so you have to ask for help.

Bull Hybrid who’s into overstimulation “Aww poor thing, cmon you can take one more”

Bull Hybrid who doesn’t think he’s done his job unless you're a blitzed-out baby babbling while in tears.

Bull Hybrid who is incredibly gentle with you after mating cleaning you making sure you’re hydrated and cuddling up to you singing soft praises.

[spooky-smooches]

lil alien thoughts

one of my favorite tropes is having to explain very common/simple things to your lover because they are from a planet that's very very very different from earth

especially if you're both on a spaceship doing space stuff and you realize early on in your relationship that you gotta be SUPER clear communicators with each other because nothing is immediately understood across your cultures

like picture you sitting across the table from your boo and they're eating spaghetti or whatever and then all of a sudden they start glowing

and you're like hey you good????

and they're like yeah just ate too big a bite

or you're sitting in the bathtub after a stressful day and your alien walks in and starts freaking out and after spending a chunk of time trying to calm them down you figure out that they could sense you sitting in a warm liquid and they just assumed you were in a pool of your own blood, halfway dead

or the first time you sneeze around your alien partner they think it's a mating call and they immediately get horny and then so so embarrassed when you explain in between laughter what the noise actually means

and then to tease them you blow raspberries on your palm when you walk in on them changing, and it's like the alien equivalent of a wolf-whistle and gets them all flattered and flustered

[notmymainhehehe]

CW: This is an NSFT concept/story with tentacles and non-consent themes. If you aren't into that, keep scrolling. If you are into that, sit back and enjoy

Imagine, you're hiking on your favorite trail. You've been in this part of the woods countless times and you know these trails like the back of your hand. You have your headphones on as you admire the familiar beauty of your surroundings. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze is swaying the tree-tops around you, and a squirrel darts across the trail twenty feet ahead of you. You pause for a moment to take a picture of the squirrel when you notice the mouth to a side trail you've never seen before. You double check the time - just before 2pm - and, seeing that you have plenty of time before dark, you decide to check it out. It's beautiful, leading up an easy rocky path with a clear view of the lake nearby. You carry on, not noticing when you take a turn off the main path nor how the forest around you quickly gets thicker the further you go.

After a couple miles, the trail leads alongside a tall cliff face. The mountain is so tall that it blocks the sun, making the thick forest seem even darker. Dense bushes fill the area and occasional movement in them makes you take off your headphones to listen. You can't shake the feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone - or something - knows. You continue down the path, hoping it would loop back to the original trail, and try to shake the feeling that you're being watched. After a while of walking and finding no sign of trail markers, you check your phone again for the time and see that somehow, despite only having felt like only an hour has passed, your phone reads half past 5pm. You try to pull up your trail map but there's no service. In a slight panic, you decide to turn around and go back the way you came. Passing the cliff face again, you pause. Had that opening been there the first time?

Before you can take another step, a bush begins to rustle, moving in the same way you'd noticed earlier. This time, though, it doesn't stop. The rustling gets more aggressive and the bushes nearby start to shake violently as well. Just as you start to run, your trip over a root in the path and fall on your back. But when you look down, it's not a root at all but a thick, black, moving tentacle. Before you can react or stand back up, it slides over your ankle and twists around it. You try to kick it off and scoot away, but its hold is tight. It begins to pull you towards the opening in the cliff face, your screams for help almost seeming to be absorbed by the dense forest. Helplessly, you can only squirm as you're dragged into a small cave.

You can't see how far back it goes in the dark but you're able to hear strange, wet-sounding movement from further back in the cave. A second tentacle, identical to the first, emerges from the darkness and wraps around your left wrist, pulling it up into the air. A third joins, restraining your right wrist, and they use their grasp to pull you from your sitting position and into the air. You kick your legs and scream only for yet another tentacle to come from the dark and grab your free ankle, holding your limbs in place. You let out a whimper and stop fighting, deciding it best to try to remain calm and assess the situation. Blinking the tears of fear out of your eyes, you look around you.

Inside, it's nearly pitch black. Outside the cave, you can just barely see the sun setting between the trees. You couldn't have been gone for more than two hours, it was impossible for the sun to already be setting, yet you seem to be in the den of the impossible. Another tentacle, smaller and thinner than the first four, begins to slither up your legs and you turn your attention back inside the cave.

For the first time, you notice that the final shreds of sunlight are reflecting off the walls just enough to illuminate at least a dozen shapes floating in the darkness. Countless tentacles waved in the air around you, as if waiting for their turn. Your whole body tenses in fear and the tentacle on your leg pauses on your thigh. It coils itself around your thigh, joined by an identical one on the other thigh, and suddenly they pull your legs apart. At the same time, the tentacles holding your wrists pull them together, merging together to form one larger, stronger tendril. You begin to scream again, assessing the situation be damned, just for another shape to come from the darkness and force itself into your mouth and down your throat. Tears prick in your eyes as you feel the tentacle's shape morph and change, filling deep into your throat and allowing just enough space to take shallow breaths. Efforts to move your head away are only met with yet another tendril wrapping around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but firm enough to hold you completely still. All you can do is silently cry as tentacles of all sizes begin to move in from the darkness and seem to explore your body. Some glide along your inner thighs, some rub up and down your waist, one is sliding around your face and chin, and some are even exploring your tits over your tank top. After a few minutes of this, the fabric of your shirt seems to be frustrating the tentacles. It begins to pull at your shirt until it rips and exposes your black bra. The tentacles waste no time in using the same technique to rip that off as well, leaving your clothes hanging on just by the sleeves. You sob as the tentacles return to exploring your body even more intently now. For the first time, you can feel them on your bare skin. The tentacles are cold and slippery, the larger ones pulsing slightly, and they leave a thin layer of clear slime behind on whatever they touch.

The tentacles wrap around your tits, squeezing them curiously, before moving up to your nipples. You're disgusted by the rush of pleasure as they glide over your nipples almost teasingly, the cold wetness making them hard. The tentacles flick at your nipples a few times before their tips reform into what looks like suction cups. They wrap around your nipples and begin to suck on them in a pulsing rhythm. You can't help the gasping moan that escapes around the tentacle in your throat.

Despite the terror you're feeling from the situation, subconsciously your body is reacting to the oddly pleasurable touches of the tentacles. The touches are rushing to your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, the fear only adds to the thrill.

You can feel your pussy starting to soak through your leggings as the tendrils continue to suck and tease your nipples and, unfortunately, the tentacle caressing your thigh seems to notice as well. It moves up your thigh and carefully prods at your slit through your clothes. Suddenly, all movement in the cave stops. Your nipples ache from the sudden lack of touch and you're afraid to move in the still silence. After a moment, the tentacle glides across your slit again, not touching your clit, and the suckers on your tits suddenly pulse again, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The tentacle between your legs immediately begins to grab at the fabric of your leggings and pull, successfully tearing them off and down to your ankles and doing the same to your panties.

Another tentacle joins the one between your legs, forming its own sucker on the end, and it begins to hungrily suck up the juices now dripping down your thigh. Now completely exposed and helpless to move, the reality of your situation finally starts to set in. You were the plaything for some terrifying tentacle beast and nobody was going to find you. The first tentacle that was between your legs starts to slide up your slit and, when it gently glides over your clit, you can't help but moan and buck your hips. Mentally, you're terrified and cursing your body for reacting like this. You seem to be giving this thing exactly the reactions it wants and there's nothing you can do to stop this subconscious response to its touch. You try to distract yourself by looking at the sunset only to see the moon high in the sky.

The tentacles definitely notice your reaction to the touch to your clit and it curiously tries the motion again, and again, and again. Your hips are grinding against the tentacle as its cold, smooth surface slowly moves back and forth on your clit. The tip of the tentacle flicks back and forth on your clit a few times as a third tentacle comes between your legs and continues exploration of your slit and begins to tease your hole. Your eyes grow wide as the realization sets in. Getting aroused by the touches of this monster are one thing, but getting fucked by it was where you drew the mental line. Despite your opposition and your attempts to squirm, scream, close your legs, anything, you're still at the tentacle's mercy.

You can feel it as it slides into you effortlessly. It pushes into you effortlessly and begins to explore inside you. As this is happening, the tentacle on your clit changes shape into a sucker and gives a curious suck at your clit, sending another involuntary moan out of your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth moves slightly, causing you to gag a bit. It curiously tries this motion again, moving out slightly before thrusting back in, and repeating this movement, making you gag and drool around the tentacle.

The tentacle inside you continues to explore inside of you and as it arches up, it hits your G-spot and sends a wave of pleasure through your body. The tentacle curls up again and begins to rhythmically stroke that bundle of nerves. You can feel the tentacle behind to change its shape inside you, thickening to fill you up. The tentacle begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, always curling up as it does. Between this, the sensations on your nipples, the tentacle fucking your throat, and the sucker on your clit, you can feel your first orgasm building. You're cursing yourself mentally, trying to hold it back, refusing to cum for a monster, but the pleasure is too much to take. You squeeze your eyes shut in shame as you feel yourself orgasm.

Your juices are rushing down your legs and the tentacle sucking up your juices laps it up hungrily. As you come down from orgasm, you slowly start to realize that this thing was doing all of this very intentionally as it seems to be feeding off your juices. You don't have much time to ponder on this thought, though, as the pace of all the tentacles picks up, quickly bringing you close to a second orgasm.

You're moaning uncontrollably around the tentacle fucking your throat by the time your fourth orgasm hits you. Your brain is hardly forming cohesive thoughts at this point as pleasure overwhelms your body over and over again. You don't even notice when a new tentacle begins to prod at your asshole. You only notice when it starts to push in and, in your first moment of clarity for a while, you try to squirm in protest. You've never even experimented with anal on your own and you've certainly never been fucked in the ass before. The tentacle doesn't seem to care, though, as it pushes into your hole. It feels weird and painful as it continues to push into you and you're mostly distracted from your pleasure as it begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. After a few minutes, just as you're getting used to the feeling, the tentacle curls up in just the right way to send pleasure shooting through you in a way that you'd never felt before. It begins thrusting in and out faster now, curling up to bring you pleasure with each thrust and joining the rhythm of the rest of the tentacles. Your fifth orgasm hits like you've never felt before. You let your brain go empty as you enjoy the pleasure of cumming over and over again from having all your holes filled.

You slowly blink your eyes open in the dappling sunlight. The first thing you notice is how your whole body aches. Your wrists feel raw and your mouth is dry. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look around you to find yourself laying on the ground. You recognize the woods around you as being close to your favorite trail. You look down at yourself and find your clothes torn and your wrists red as if they'd been tied. The memories of the day before come flooding back to you - the hike, the side trail you took, the tentacles, the orgasms, all of it. You pick yourself up, managing to wrap your clothes around you enough to cover up, and make your way towards the trail. When you reach it, you recognize the spot to be where you'd gone on the side trail but when you looked for it, there was only the main trail. Where the mouth to the trail you'd taken yesterday had been, there was just a cluster of thick bushes.

[thrasherella]

Human girl runs into a Werebear at the club and is drunk, like oh man she waayyy drunk, and she manages to accidentally talk her way into his bed ~

[warning: slight dubcon territory; drunk]

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"Oh my gawwwd I'm so sorryyyyy, oh wooww you're huuuge!"

She was drunk; she was so drunk that she couldn't even walk straight anymore, let alone maneuver her way through a packed, writhing dance floor, the crowd moving and pulsing along with the exotic beat playing through the dark club.

She hadn't realized it, but she had run straight into his crotch; the large werebear towering over her (as well as much of the rest of the crowd) didn't seem to mind however, looking down at her with a small smirk. Her face had bumped up against his cock, so when she had said 'you're huuuge!' he assumed she'd meant his dick, the sudden warm contact and her seemingly brazen compliment leaving him wanting more as he gazed at her hungrily. She was pretty cute, and not just for a human girl, the way she was swaying on her feet making her look like she was performing a slow dance before she gave a sudden wobble as her legs nearly gave out. He put out one large, hairy arm to catch her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her up against him for support, and she leaned hard into him, giggling wildly.

"Oooo, oh my gawd you're so soooft!" she cooed, shouting slightly so that he could hear her over the music, nuzzling her face against the thick fur of his arm, running her fingers through it, sending a spark of electricity down along his spine. He could smell the alcohol on her, knew that she probably wasn't exactly in her right state of mind, judging by the way she was fondling and rubbing all over a complete stranger.

Wasn't gunna stop him from bringing her back to his den...

[frankiethedarkangel]

uhmm, could you continue the ghost stories, but like a ghost orgy? like you can feel so many hands and cold breathes against you, using everything hole and hand

Living in a haunted house has its perks and disadvantages. Living with multiple horny ghosts? That’s definitely an advantage.

Watching tv on your couch, you start to feel a set of hands feel you up. At this point you’re used to it living here. Except you feel another set of hands. Then, another.

Panicking you start to get up but are pushed down by what feels like three people. You’re home alone. It’s just you and three ghosts in your house.

One set of hands holds you down by your shoulders. Slowly making their way to your breasts. Removing your shirt, leaving your chest bare.

The second set of hands are pulling your shorts and panties off. Leaving you naked to the mysteries in the room. The third set of hands aren’t on your body but, you feel an erect dick slide into your hand.

Quickly you’re pulled to your feet and pushed to be bent over on your hand and knees on the floor. Before you could stand up you feel someone line themselves at your ass and slowly slide themselves in.

Letting out a moan, as your mouth is open, another cock enters your mouth. Before you could reach down to relive your now aching pussy from the sudden pleasure, your hands are pinned down.

Slowly, a third cock slides into your pussy. All three using your holes for your pleasure. Not being able to see the three mystery ghost men, it thrills you.

Moaning around the one from the pleasure from the two at your ass and pussy. Reaching your climax from being stuffed full, all three of the ghosts quickly follow.

Cumming in all three of your holes. Filling you with their green goo. Drooling the green oozing liquid from your mouth. Slowly dripping the green goo from your ass and pussy as well.

Monster Masterlist

[zigmenthotep]

Please help me with my very important research

I'm being a little silly here, but what I'm interested in is how common it is for asexuals to project their sexual feeling onto monsters, not whether or not you identify with the term "Monster fucker." So, "Teratophiles" please respond accordingly.

And for the purpose of this poll, "Monster" is basically any fictional or mythological non-human entity, including vampires, robots, and writing masses of tentacles with no discernable origin.

[improper-use-of-germx]

I love the way humans flirt. It's so inconsistent and unintelligible, even to other humans, so aliens trying to decipher our subtle voice changes and weird fake sentences that we say instead of what we actually mean will always be peak interspecies writing.

Just imagine the most stressed aliens ever, overanalyzing everything their human crewmates do and trying to cross-reference with other known human behavior because what do you mean closing one eye at someone means romantic interest (but only sometimes)?? What do you MEAN some humans just say "I love you!" and don't mean anything by it?!

[kabukiaku]

prob should've posted this with the last drawing but oh well. anyways SLIGHTLY SPICY BUT INTIMATE TERZOMEGA LETS GOOOOO!

[ayautjaslover]

A Yautjas reaction to piercings

- At first they'd definitely think your piercings (however many) have cultural significance like they show your rank.

- They'd be HELLBENT on this going around bragging that you're of a high rank at any moment they can.

- Until you tell them that the wonderful jewellery in your face (or otherwise) is just something you found pretty enough to get done.

- Of Course they'd still adore them all the same but they are a little deflated and quite confused how they aren't anything to do with a "rank".

(This is very short but I've been slacking on my writing and need to give y'all at least something 😭)

As per usual requests are OPEN!!! And thank you for reading this far 🤭🩷

[0mystic]

Bouncing on needy puppy boys' cock while they just babble about how good you feel, how warm you are, begging you to let them cum inside. They’ll be such a good boy they promise they just need to cum in you, need you to be thoroughly bred with their pups.